The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The rain had been falling on the town of Blackwood for three days, a steady, gray sheet that turned the cobblestones into slick mirrors and made the air smell of wet iron and old coal dust, and I stood in the center of the town square, watching the steam rise from the manholes while the crowd pressed in around me, a dense wall of wet wool coats and anxious faces that smelled of fear and cheap...

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